a reply to: frostjon361
LOL - I used to feel the same way...well, still do, but I have a better understanding of people who feel differently now.
My husband has a weird affection for objects, many different kinds. He has been a collector of Checker Cabs for much of his life, and we've had a jet
fighter in front of our house for about 17 years. He has a couple of old motorcycles too.
I like to have only things I need and not more, feeling they "weigh me down". He has boxes full of antique toys he will pull out and treat like they
He tried to explain to me the attraction for the Checker, and how it has something to do with all the people, all the lives, that had sat in there
during it's time in service. As if it retained these memories somehow.
He wrote and published a book on the history of the Checker, which I never bothered to read myself, then he wrote a book about his plane - on the
history of that individual aircraft! He took the Bureau number he found on it (I think that's what it is called?) and researched for a coulple of
years. Turned out his plane was one of the first Mig killers in Vietnam. He found pilots who drove it, they sent him copies of their log books on the
days they flew that plane, and what happened.
He ended up making a lot of dear friends in that research, and collecting detail accounts of their lives and the adventures they'd had, the dangers
they'd faced. He made several trips to the US to meet with them.
His book ended up being an amazing biography of a plane.... but ultimately, it is about the lives which moved through it. The object is a sum of those
who manipulated it.
We are invited each year to their ball/reunions, and I have gotten to know these men and learn their stories, and each year there are more who come up
with their log books in hand and want to be added in to a new edition. I have seen men cry as they thanked him for doing this - and talking about that
plane with great attachment. Not that they felt anything for it before, but because his care for it, allowed it to speak to him about them - unsung
I find it quite touching now, and I get it.
I still won't be holding on to any objects I don't need, but I don't complain about all the room he takes up with his stuff.